TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 56

Poor Little Lamb Falls Into The Hands Of A Wicked Woman, Part VI

Translator: Khan

Editor: SootyOwl

"... Whoa, that dress... It's like my dress, isn't it? Did you get it as a present from Oscar last time?"

"..."

"I didn't know. I only checked my dress and went out, but it suits you very much."

Mielle staggered like a flame that was about to go out. Aria hadn't said much, but from now on, Mielle would have to suffer from tens of thousands of speculations and questions.

'Why does the wicked woman have a similar dress to the one Mr. Oscar gave Mielle?'

Aria covered her mouth with a fan, and after a glance through the hall, took a place right next to a group that had a good relationship with Mielle. Most of them would later become members of a group led by Mielle, and they used to say and do things that made Aria feel humiliated whenever they met her.

While Aria was watching their behavior, she came across the eyes of a lady. Laughing as bright as a rose, the lady hurriedly turned her eyes, which had grown like the eyes of a frightened rabbit, away

'Oh, yes. It's you. Not by name, but I remember your face very well.'

There was still innocence in her young face, but later, that face would turn into a devil's shell.

'And you stood against me in the past.'

Aria recalled the curse she had heard from her before, 'She's a woman who shakes her hips cheaply. She is suitable for a dark, shady brothel.' The lady had smiled and disappeared with a triumphant expression, thinking that she had touched Aria's core, whether she had known the words coming out of her mouth were inferior to those of a prostitute rolling in the gutter or not.

"Well... she looks more vulgar than I thought."

"I don't think she's very bright."

"Maybe she's going to help destroy the atmosphere."

"Does she really think she's a noblewoman?"

"Then, how shameless and ridiculous she is!"

"What about the dress? Maybe she was just jealous and bought it after Mielle?"

"Maybe."

It was very clear to whom that conversation seemed to be referring. Only the name was left out, and the sound of it was not reduced, as if they were trying to be heard on purpose.

They didn't hesitate to talk about the countess, who had greeted the visitors with the count, either. There was also a lady who wiped her eyes with a handkerchief while saying that Mielle was pitiful. Jessie watched nervously to see if Aria would make a fuss.

But, Aria didn't care at all. She just kept her place in an aloof and detached manner, listening to the music playing while the rancid words and smells flowed out of their mouths. It was Mielle who would be hurt if they talked about the dress and other things that day.

Aria quietly showed off her beauty by eating the refreshments that Jessie brought her. The etiquette she had practiced with Sarah was impeccable.

Those who criticized her for being too vulgar gradually stopped talking, as the rumors and Aria's appearance did not match, and those who were watching her mockingly hardened their expressions as they watched Aria. Mielle's smile as she greeted the visitors from afar was pitiful.

'Is this enough?'

This was enough to bring a question to the rumors about the daughter of the prostitute who always acted mischievously. 'She's always doing mischievous and unmannered things' was a phrase that would disappear. As for being called the daughter of a prostitute, Aria had no intention of correcting that since it was true, and there was no way to erase that.